Quotes About Humanity

Nothing is better proof of how far humanity has regressed than the impossibility of finding a single nation, a single tribe, among whom birth still provokes mourning and lamentations.

Animal banished from life, man's condition is tragic, for he no longer finds fulfillment in life's simple values. For animals, life is all there is; for man, life is a question mark. An irreversible question mark, for man has never found, nor will ever find, any answers. Life not only has no meaning; it can never have one.

The notion of nothingness is not characteristic of laboring humanity: those who toil have neither time nor inclination to weigh their dust; they resign themselves to the difficulties or the doltishness of fate; they hope: hope is a slave's virtue.

To see things as they really are renders life almost completely intolerable. Myself because I have, I believe, at least in part, seen things as they really are, I could never act. I have always remained on the fringe of actions. So, is it desirable that people come to see things as they really are? I don't know. I believe that, in general, people are incapable of it. So therefore it is true that only a monster can see things as they really are, because the monster lies outside of humanity.

The real, the unique misfortune: to see the light of day. A disaster which dates back to aggressiveness, to the seed of expansion and rage within origins, to the tendency to the worst which first shook them up.

Mi-am pierdut, în contact cu oamenii, toat? prospeÅ£imea nevrozelor. (Silogismele amaraciunii)

Every work turns against its author: the poem will crush the poet, the system the philosopher, the event the man of action. Destruction awaits anyone who, answering to his vocation and fulfilling it, exerts himself within history; only the man who sacrifices every gift and talent escapes: released from his humanity, he may lodge himself in Being. (...) One always perishes by the self one assumes: to bear a name is to claim an exact mode of collapse.

I believe in the salvation of humanity, in the future of cyanide...

Cînd nu te mai simti deloc om si continui totusi a iubi, contradictia se mareste într-o suferinta nespusa, infernala.

A conscious fruit fly would have to confront exactly the same difficulties, the same kind of insoluble problems as man.

Our works, whatever they may be, derive from our incapacity to kill or to kill ourselves.

Even when he turns from religion, man remains subject to it; depleting himself to create false gods, he then feverishly adopts them; his need for fiction, for mythology triumphs over evidence and absurdity alike.

Though we may prefer ourselves to the universe, we nonetheless loathe ourselves much more than we suspect. If the wise man is so rare a phenomenon, it is because he seems unshaken by the aversion which, like all beings, he must feel for himself.

We would not be interested in human beings if we did not have the hope of someday meeting someone worse off than ourselves.

What will be the physiognomy of painting, of poetry, of music, in a hundred years? No one can tell. As after the fall of Athens, of Rome, a long pause will intervene, caused by the exhaustion of consciousness itself. Humanity, to rejoin the past, must invent a second naiveté, without which the arts can never begin again.

De s-ar înfuria marile, sa-si sparga valurile de inima omeneasca!

De dou? mii de ani Iisus se r?zbun? pe noi pentru c? nu a murit pe o canapea.

numai in indoiala sunt profetii si fanaticii cu adevarat umani.

Kill yourself because of what you are, yes, but not because all humanity would spit in your face!

Singur?tatea-i o exasperare ontologic? a fiinÅ£ei noastre. EÅŸti mai mult decât trebuie. Iar lumea-i mai puÅ£in decât ar trebui.

Arbori masacraÅ£i. R?sar case. Mutre, mutre pretutindeni: omul e cancerul P?mântului.

Croire qu'il lui appartient de dépasser sa condition et de s'orienter vers celle de surhomme, c'est oublier qu'il a du mal à tenir le coup en tant qu'homme, et qu'il n'y parvient qu'à force de tendre sa volonté, son ressort, au maximum.

Nu eu sufar, ci lumea sufera in mine.

A voi s? tr?ieÅŸti ca o plant?, s? creÅŸti înr?d?cinat, înflorind ÅŸi uscîndu-te sub soare, în cea mai deplin? inconÅŸtien??, a dori s? fii o parte intim? din fecunditatea p?mîntului, o expresie anonim? a cursului vieÅ£ii este a fi disperat de rosturile ÅŸi sensul omenirii. Åži de ce s? nu schimb cu o floare?